7. Piper
7
Piper
Maybe Travis broke up with me because I wouldn’t let him between my legs. The more I consider it, the more I see it as a possibility. He’d tried countless times.
If he made me tingly and achy like Grayson does, then maybe I’d have a little more experience right about now.
Grayson doesn’t look like he minds. Rather, there’s a flash in his eyes, a hunger that feels like he can swallow me up in one bite. If I’ve turned him off, even in the slightest, he’s making it really hard to tell.
Rather than pull away, he tugs me off the counter and picks me up. Hugging his waist harder, I hook my arms around his neck.
I’m not a thin girl, but the way he’s so casual with each step makes me feel lighter than a feather.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, my voice wavering. I’m a little nervous, anyone would be if they were in my place. However, I want Grayson. I need this as much as he does.
He’s not in a rush to kick me out, and I don’t want to leave. So, what better use of our time than to get to know each other better?
“My room.” Sounding so confident of his answer, we take a few detours. All are against the wall as he kisses me again. It’s like he can’t go five minutes without feeling me against his mouth.
If he keeps rubbing against me, grinding his arousal against the thin fabric of the boxers I’m wearing, then I’m all for any contact I can get with him. By the time we make it to his bed, I’m clawing at his shirt and demanding to do some touching for myself.
As soon as he plops me down, he reaches for the bottom of his shirt and peels it away from his body like he’s showing off his goods. Even though I did plenty of staring yesterday, I don’t spoil it for him.
He does it so confidently, and I try to match his energy. However, my fingers tremble slightly when I work on buttons. He just had to give me one of his collared shirts.
Rather than looking impatient, he flares his nostrils as I expose one inch of skin at a time. Once I undo the last button, he runs his hand down his face and stills as I part the flaps.
I’m really glad I don’t have a bra on.
This man might look normal on the outside, but inside, he’s still the wild man that found me in the mud. He growls low in his throat as he stares at my breasts. Taking in my tightening nipples one at a time, he doesn’t think twice about shoving his pants down.
Oh my god.
He does go commando.
I don’t get enough time to take in his cock. He’s on the bed in two seconds flat. I barely even have time to get the shirt off before he’s pressing my back to the mattress and planting his face between my breasts.
“ Fuck .” His teeth graze my skin. “How many times are you going to make me question if you’re real?”
My body arches, and my breath catches in the back of my throat as his mouth latches onto my nipple.
Squirming against the bed, it’s like deja vu. I knew this room was dangerous. With the owner inside, I’m ready for him to tear the boxers off my body and take my virginity now .
Looks like I’m the impatient one here.
Grayson’s not on the same page. He wants to appreciate my body, kissing and licking at both of my breasts before dipping lower. Tickling my stomach with his face, he touches my body with a gentleness I’d never expect from a man like him.
So distracted by the view, I don’t notice him sinking his fingers into the boxers until he’s peeling them down my thighs.
My face immediately warms as cool air licks at my flushed folds. I don’t have time to be bashful, not when he’s tossing the boxers to the side and spreading me open like I’m about to be his next meal.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Growing pinker as his face hovers dangerously close to my pussy, my heart thuds in my chest. If he thinks he needs to inspect it up close, I’m sure mine is the same as any other woman’s.
His brows furrow together as he tears his eyes away from my glistening pussy. “I’ve been dying to know what you taste like. So, I’m doing just that.”
Now I’m really showing my inexperience here. Already knowing I’m a little salty from being a little curious myself in the past, I don’t have time to tell him.
He’s a greedy man, swooping in to lick a thick stripe along my slit. He’s not satisfied with a single lap of his tongue. No, this man’s body rumbles and he buries his tongue inside. Deep inside.
Gasping, my hand finds his hair, and I accidentally pull. He doesn’t care, and I can’t apologize. I’m too busy moaning as his tongue tastes me right at the source of my arousal.
“Grayson–” I choke as he drags his way up to my clit before teasing the sensitive nub with just the tip. “ Grayson .”
“Going to kill me if you keep saying my name,” he groans as he digs his fingers into my thighs as he gives them both a grounding squeeze. “Fucking delicious. Keeping all this to yourself is a crime.”
It doesn’t take long before his hand is joining in. While I’ve slipped a few fingers inside before, it doesn’t feel the same when he does it. Once he’s knuckle deep with one finger alone, I’m clenching around him. I knew his hands were big, but he’s touching nerves I never have. When he works a second inside, I feel the stretch.
Rather than groaning, I’m gasping as his tongue doesn’t stop drawing those shapes against my clit. It’s like he’s spelling his name down there, making his own claim.
The thought makes me shiver and smile all at once.
Before I can get too lost in the thought, he’s pulling away. Satisfied with my state, I watch him through my daze.
Finally giving me the chance to look at his cock, I swallow thickly at the sight before me. His fingers wrap around the swollen base, and he gives himself a quick squeeze. Further up, along with the pulsing veins, his tip is a purplish-red, coated in a thin sheen of precum. Even as I stare, I swear it gets wetter.
“You’re sure you want me, Piper?” My name sounds delicious on his tongue. “This isn’t something you can give away twice. Even worse, I don’t think I’m going to be able to give you to another man after this.”
“I’m not even going to be able to look at another man after this,” I reassure him with a scoff. “It’s you or no one, Grayson.”
He likes that. His eyes grow lighter, giving off that caramel color again.
Once he’s hovering over me, I watch him as he guides his cock toward my pussy. Swollen to the point that it looks painful, I fight the urge to reach out and order him to make his way inside.
Thankfully, he doesn’t torture me for long.
The pinch isn’t as bad as I expected it to be. In fact, he groans more than I do as he pushes his way inside entirely.
“So wet and warm.” Sighing, his eyes close as he relishes the feeling. “Never going to want to leave.”
Testing a few thrusts to see that I’m not getting ripped into two pieces, he sighs in relief when a moan leaves my lips.
His cock is big enough that it feels like it’s pulling on all of my nerves. There’s not a single inch inside I don’t feel him against.
Lifting my hips, I encourage his movement. Watching his brows furrow as he takes me in, his mouth forms a downward curve. Like he’s putting all his concentration on his movements, my pussy flutters around him.
Moving to rest on my elbow, I reach up with my free hand and pull him down to my mouth.
“You’re making this hard,” he groans against my lips. “Impossible, actually.”
Talk about a compliment. Even when he’s not trying to, he’s putting me on a pedestal. I love this man and everything that comes out of his mouth. Seriously. He makes me feel appreciated in ways no other has made me feel.
“Don’t hold back,” I whisper, “I can take it.”
Big words from a first timer, I’m sure. However, he takes them to heart.
Our bodies meet in a blur, and soon, staying quiet is no longer an option. My nails dig into his neck as I use him for support. Panting against his lips, I try to keep up with the demand of his tongue.
So close to coming undone, I groan as he pulls out. Before I have the time to complain, I gasp as he flips me onto my stomach. Cheek brushing his bed, I breathe in the earthy scent clinging to the sheets and my head spins.
Even the way this guy smells is a turn on.
His jaw grazes my spine as he works his way back up. Once I’m on my hands and knees, he slides right back inside. The new angle makes him press against different nerves. Like I’ve got a row of green buttons inside of me, he pushes them all, resulting in the whimper that leaves my lips.
As he cradles my hips with his hands, our bodies meet in a rush. Like he’s abandoned any thought that isn’t revolving around seeking our release, he thrusts faster, chasing whatever makes me moan the loudest.
He does a fine job with filling his room with my cries. If he had neighbors, they’d complain. However, it’s just us and the surrounding trees. No disturbances to interrupt us.
Clutching the sheets beneath us, I look over my shoulder to see if he’s in as rough of a shape as I am.
With flushed cheeks and a glazed look, I can see that he’s enjoying himself. He even smirks again for me, making me melt even more from the inside out.
My arms wobble as the bubbling pleasure grows too big. Rocking alongside him, I gasp as my walls instantly clamp around him. As he groans, he doesn’t slow down to put out the fire. Rather, he makes me see stars . Leaving me in a daze, his bed creaks as he chases after his own orgasm.
Pulling me back against his cock, we both moan as an unfamiliar heat overcomes my senses. Feeling every twitch and jerk of his cock as he coats my insides with each spurt of his release, another shiver leaves my body twitching.
We both fight to catch our breaths before he pulls out, leaving me empty. Before I can groan, he’s rolling me back onto my back. Once he’s pressed against me, chin tucked into the crook of my neck, he hugs me like he’s afraid I’m going to disappear. His sigh against my ear tickles.
“Where in the hell have you been my whole life?” he asks before shaking his head.
“I’m not going anywhere now,” I promise him as I stroke his back. He’s sweaty, we both are. However, he’s so soft on the outside despite those rippling muscles of his. Even if he’s crushing me with his weight, I don’t want to ask him to move. “However, if you’re going to want to do this again, then you’ve got to feed me something. I’m starving. ”
Those poor pancakes are probably freezing by now. Hopefully, the sauce is not ruined.
His front rumbles as this man chuckles. Not only can he smirk, but he can laugh, too. Amazing.
“Do I need to find you clothes?” Lifting, he takes in my state with the same hunger still burning hot.
I realize he’s serious. Does he want me to eat naked?
Automatically thinking of doing this again in the kitchen and not having any clothes in our way makes me shiver.
Shaking my head, his mouth curves, and he drags me off the bed with him. Already knowing he wants to scoop me back up, I imagine him pressing me against the wall once more, this time with his cock involved.
“I seriously need food.” Fighting a grin, I avoid his arms and dip toward the door. With his heavy steps right behind, I can’t help laughing as I imagine what he’ll do when he gets his hands on me once more.